Spider Webs, Fall Harvest, and How Dogwood Girl Knows There is a God

So, I cleared out my summer garden yesterday, which involved pulling out the old plants, and reaping the last of the tomatoes, all of them still green. Tiller took this picture of Quint, who just doesn't get enough facetime on Dogwood Girl, considering he is always right there with us, no matter what we are doing around the house.


While i was working, Tiller and i found an awesomely huge spider web and spider.



The spider was not too happy when his web was messed up in the pulling of the old plants, but he was relocated into a nice boxwood and will be up and spinning in no time, I am sure.

And then there is the frying. If there is one thing I know, it is that there is a God. I know this because how else can we explain the majesty and awesomeness that is fried green tomatoes? They are a gift from God. This probably looks like fried okra to those of you in the know. . . however, they are tomatoes. That's right, i took the last of my patio tomatoes and fried them. I am sure my mom will read this and shake her head in disgust, because that's just not how it's done. But they were damn good. And I had realized that this was the first summer since i started eating solid food that i had not had any fried green tomatoes! A travesty!


Even Rollie and Tiller ate a few. Which is good, because I'm pretty sure you lose your Dunstan card if you don't like fried everything.

Things That Have Me Thinking . . .

About being a Cosmic Possum:

For cosmic possums culture is not an either- or proposition. The trick is to move into the future without letting go of the past, because if you lose your cultural identity, you have nothing to sustain you in the modern rootless world which lurches from one ephemeral trend to another.

About looking at the world in an artful way, every time I get Brian Andreas' Storypeople Story of the Day:

This is how the Archangel Michael shows up to potato people & you'll notice he's the same in every way, except he's a little rounder & he carries a flaming potato peeler